
Nothing brings as much pleasure as the thought of becoming one with the ocean. To have coral grow from the rot that was once your chest and to be a life source for the life around it such as the fish and underwater plant life. I don't know how exactly, but I'm still alive. My body has decayed and become a home to fish such as the bloodfin tetra and the guppies that eat the remains of my lungs.
Back when I dwelled on land I wrote about fish in my little black notebook. I'd write about all my discoveries and emotions while breathing air, it was a good way to pass the time. I used it as a portfolio to get into my marine biology class in my college. I must say without my notebook I would have never discovered what true happiness is. My love of fish was unparalleled and to get such a perspective of their lives was a dream of mine. Now I am closer than ever. I hope my soul isn't taken to an afterlife, after all, this is where I want to be. To provide for the beings of the ocean which have brought me so much joy even before my current state. I don't always get to see my surroundings as I live almost always in complete darkness. Every two or so hours a light shines onto the darkest layer of the ocean where I reside and I can see the fish gnawing on flesh that once belonged to solely me. Now it belongs to the wonderful ocean creatures as they feast on what was once mine. I remember everything about who I was. I used to be a marine biologist, it paid well and I loved the job however I always wanted to be even closer to the ocean. Humans had a term for things they found satisfying known as "love." I'm guessing the satisfaction I feel feeding these underwater organisms is what love would have felt like.
I've had some interesting occurrences in my aquatic tomb. Once a plastic bag dropped to the ocean floor and landed near my husk. Inside it was 20,000 dollars cash. Suddenly, all my human urges stabbed me like a knife as the blade of deception twisted making it even more painful. I knew this feeling, it was the greed that all humans are inclined to feel. I wasn't acting like myself. If I still had nerves my body would be trembling in agony. This couldn't be right, all I've ever wanted is to become one with the ocean, surely petty dollars would not distract me from my destiny. I started to suffocate as if I was still alive in the water. I couldn't breathe. Was I no better than the scum of humans that feed off the earth and suck it of its resources? Could I be no better than those beings of meat that constantly fight, argue, and bicker? Was I a human after all? But then I had a revelation as I pondered. Humans truly only have one true way of gaining satisfaction, that being the Greed of money and how they can use it to control people. I would never make these wonderful fish and plants give me something in return to feast upon my cold flesh.
I nourish them as they rely upon me to grow. I help create a thriving ecosystem and shouldn't let such things as human desire distract me from that. I have ascended beyond humanity and have become a more moral lifeform. Humans only do things for themselves while I care for these children as they were one of my own. I take care of them and pride myself in their well-being as any caring parent would. I have transcended humanity. I bring to light in, much like the lighthouse brings light in. Much as I bring light in these fish bring light in. You bring light in my children I do this for you.
About the Creator
Jennifer G
What can I say nothing feels more exhilarating than pencil to paper



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